Hello! My name is Eric, I hope you all enjoy the stories I post. They all used to be long and horribly written, I'm hoping that sticking to one-shots with some decent amount of effort will do better off than the previous style. I do need to go through and edit some of the fics, I do that randomly, just fyi.

John Watson had been fixing up a soldier's broken arm when the missile hit. Sherlock eventually chooses texting over sign language, but on occasion he and John will share a joke or two about Anderson in silence. Sherlock loves the way John laughs and decides he'd very much like to hear his name come from those lips.

AU. The White Queen has long ruled these lands, her vanity and greed silver-lined her every move as the wretched woman replaced her deceased husband's throne. When word reaches her of the crystalline antlered creature wondering the west forest, she sends her lover off to hunt down the beast and bring back its head. The beast was nothing Erik expected it to be.

Every year, on May nineteenth, Clint is nowhere to be found for the entire day until he shows up a drunken rambling mess in the late hours of the night. The faded and creased picture of him and Barney in hand every time.

John comes across a patient that pushes him to research the behavioral patterns asociated with autism and sociopathy. When Sherlock finds out, John can't help but get suspicious at his reaction. Johnlock fluff. Mentions of wanking.

He really hadn't meant to, but John was gone for so long, the bagged evidence sitting there, taunting him, old feelings bubbling up that he hadn't felt for so long... Just once. Just once, and no one would ever know...

"I'd like to say," came a soft, cracked voice, "I'm so terribly sorry for what I've done. I can assure you, it is a one-time ordeal, and it will never happen again." He spoke slowly, as if breaking bad news to a child. It truly was a lovely day.

Post Reichenbach. John's nightmares come back when Sherlock does. As they grow more and more violent, Sherlock is forced to resort to tricking John into taking a drug. He really did mean well this time...

When they meet for the first time, Charles is being mugged in the alley next to Erik's apartment. Erik is a witness to his powers and can't help but be drawn to the telepath. They have tea. They flirt. There's a job offer. There's a dream come true.

Arthur can't stand how poor Eames' writing skills are and tried to convince the conman to agree to some personal classes. When all else fails, Arthur let's his creative side take the wheel. And Eames says he has no creativity, please.

Eames finds out what it's like to live a full life in limbo, to his dismay, he was alone the entire time unlike Dom. When Arthur comes to get him, it's all he can do to not break down in front of the old man that's waited for so long.

Charles can't help it, Erik's comfortable enough with him now that his walls are down and he's so easily caught off guard, of course he's going to flirt a bit with the metal bender. Erik resists at first, but with a little nudge from Alex, all is well...

Dom decides he wants to make a surprise trip to visit his old friend, Arthur. They hadn't seen each other since the Fisher job but had kept in contact, turns out Arthur wasn't exactly honest about his life since they had parted ways... surprise!

When Cobb told Arthur that they'd have to ask Eames to help with the Fischer job, he kept his cool. It wasn't until Eames walked through the door with Cobb that he was hit with all of the anger he'd held for years towards that bastard.

Hulk really had it out for Steve today, Tony was concerned so he just wanted to check up on him. It's not his fault Steve was laying pretty much naked in all his glory on his bed, of course he's going to stare.

X-Men: First Class- "Sitting out in his wheelchair at night time in the back yard calmed his mind, it took him to a peaceful place where the haunting memories of the man he loved so dearly who had turned down that horrible path couldn't touch him." Enjoy!